Recently I was watching the HBO series based on Stephen Ambrose book “Band of Brothers.”
The battle scenes are intense and graphic, and give you a sense although not the reality of what it must have been like to be there.
In any war there are casualties. Some wounded, some captured, some die.
But do you ever think about the casualties of the spiritual war that we are in?
A war with an enemy who never lets up, who never takes a break. Whose attacks come viciously and often.
And sometimes his flaming arrows, his weapons of war hit the mark, wound and injure.
But I don’t think we see the wounded in this war as casualties.
Instead we see their wounds as failures
And we leave the wounded on the battlefield.
To a soldier in battle the cause of the wound is unimportant.
The priority is to get the injured to safety for treatment.
And so it must be for us.
We cannot allow the wounded to die untreated as much as it depends on us.
Lord forgive me for the times I have focused on the person, the circumstances and not the wound.
Judging them unworthy of my care, making excuses not to help, leaving them alone.
Help me to have the heart of the Samaritan who did not look at the person or the circumstances but at the wounds and did what was necessary.